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When Mama's legs started getting weak
Hot tears often burned my cheek;
She grew old right before my face,
I slowed my steps to match her pace;

Filled with pain and in despair
Mama had to take to a wheelchair;
"Looks like my walking days are over," she sighed.
I felt useless and helpless; I just sat and cried.

My heart and soul were filled with pity,
I spoke of going to doctors in a big city;
Mama whirled on me very quick,
"My legs might be gone, but I'm not sick!"

"I'm so sorry, Mama!" I backed away,
I was really ashamed of myself that day;
Mama said, "This isn't going to kill me."
"After all, what will be, will be!"

She has had so many ups and downs,
She sits alone at times and frowns;
Although her pains are truly gross,
She takes it in stride, is never morose;

As I grow older I hope to be sure,
To be brave like my Mama and to endure;
Whatever pain and suffering life might bring,
So I can be an example to my own offspring.

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